The day will come when my body will lie upon
a white sheet neatly tucked under four corners
of a mattress located in a hospital busily occupied
with the living and dying. At a certain moment a doctor
will determine that my brain has ceased to function
and that, for all intents and purposes, my life has stopped.

When that happens, do not attempt to install artifical
life into my body by the use of a machine. And don't call
this my deathbed. Let it be called the bed of Life, and let
my body be taken from it to help others lead fuller lives.

Give my sight to the man who has never seen a sunrise,a baby's
face, or love in the eyes of a woman. Give my heart to a
person who's own heart has caused nothing but endless days
of pain. Give my blood to the teenager who was pulled from
the wreckage of his car, so that he might live to see his
grandchildren play. Give my kidney's to the one who depends
on a machine to exist from week to week. Take my bones,
every muscle, every fiber and nerve in my body and find a way
to make a crippled child walk.
Explore every corner of my brain. Take my cells, if necessary
and let them grow so that, someday, a speechless boy will shout
at the crack of a bat, and a deaf girl will hear the sound
of rain against her window.

Burn what is left of me and scatter the ashes to the winds
to help the flowers grow.

If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weaknesses,
and all prejudice against my fellow man.

Give my sins to the devil. Give my soul to God. If by chance,
you wish to remember me, do it with a kind deed, or word
to someone who needs you. If you do all I have asked,
I will live forever!